Christian pressed one hand against my inner thigh, tickling my skin as he licked furiously. The feel of his rough tongue was incredible. I took gasping breaths, every muscle already tensing. He was even more masterful than before, driving me close to the edge within seconds.
But as usual with him, he pulled back, finally thrusting several fingers deep inside. My muscles clamped around them, pulsing the same way his cock did when filling me.
He was breathless, sucking on my clit until every part of me ached from raging desire.
“Oh, God.” My words seemed lost, every growl he emitted animalistic.
I loved it. He knew exactly how to keep me excited, blissful in a way no other man had been able to do.
His lack of control was showing as he plunged his fingers in and out, flexing them open and even curling the tips so he hit my G-spot.
Bucking up, I issued a single sharp scream. My body was shaking uncontrollably, my pulse skyrocketing as another set of tiny pricks sent goosebumps trailing down my arms and legs.
“Do you want to come, baby girl?”
Was he kidding me? “Yes. Please.”
“Then beg.”
I’d be damned if he didn’t pull me into heavy torment. “Nope.”
He pulled his face and fingers away, doing nothing more than blowing hot air.
I wiggled and moaned, but he didn’t respond. My body couldn’t take the sheer torture.
“Please. Lick me. Suck me. I’m begging you.”
His laugh was even more devilish than before. “Good girl.”
The words thrilled me more than they should and the moment his tongue drove deep inside my tight channel, I couldn’t holdback any longer. The climax was raw, pushing me straight into a moment of sheer ecstasy.
“Oh. Yes. Yes.” I slammed my hand down on the aggregate surface, hoisting my body up. There was no chance of focusing as the powerful orgasm tore through me, but I just didn’t care. The electrified sensations rocked me, keeping me on a sweet precipice.
A beautiful moment of exhaustion slipped through every muscle as I came down from the high. I lolled my head to the side, doing nothing more than concentrating on my breathing.
But he was having none of it. No time to rest.
He pulled me down, forcing my legs around his waist. With his cock precariously positioned against my slickened folds, I flung my arms over his shoulders, squeezing my knees against him.
“Do you want my cock buried deep inside?”
“I don’t think so.”
His wry smile forced a laugh. “Then we can stop.”
“If you do, I’ll hurt you.”
“I’ll take that as your full submission.” Only then did he yank me down, filling me completely.
As before, my body shuddered not only from the power he used, but from the level of pleasure that refused to stop, building to a crazy point. He spun me around, the water lapping at our heated bodies a perfect backdrop.
Pulling out, he held just the tip inside for a few seconds before driving into me again. His cock pulsed, filling me completely. When he finally developed a sweet rhythm, the water splashedover us relentlessly. His jaw was clenched, his eyes pinned on mine.
As crazy as it sounded even to me, for a few seconds, we were as one, moving together in the water, enjoying the closeness and his captivity of me.
A thought that scintillated more than just my body.
I didn’t mind being his, surrendering to his needs since he was so eager to fulfill mine. How was this possible? How had I gone from hating to craving? Did it really matter?
